The vista was very much the England of nostalgic oil paintings, and as the Earl explained, it was at the extreme southern end of what became the Penni...e hills away to the north."Is it very old?" she asked."The house itself was built by Robert Smythson, in the 1580s," said the Earl.Viewed from the outside, in the fading light of a late summer evening, the impression was that of a rectangular block with square towers at each corner, its blunt ruggedness emphasised by the numerous many-mullioned. The more I went the more daring I got. A guy would motion for me to join him and I would get dressed and go into his booth. We would suck each others dicks and then go about our business. A few times and I would put my clothes on but wouldn't button my pants. A few more times and I stopped putting my clothes on completely. I would pick my clothes up and walk around to his booth totally naked. Now this was of course during a slow time when there wasn't a lot of people there.Then I changed. Bob started eating her pussy while she was sucking my dick again. Then we switched and she was sucking Bob, while I was eating her. When she started to shudder, I went from eating her to cramming my dick in her pussy to the hilt and she exploded into orgasm. At the same time, Bob started cumming again and so did I. She pulled Bob’s dick out of her mouth and let him spew his jism all over her face while I continued pumping and cumming. We all collapsed in a pile on the living room floor and lay. Tammy and Susan, the two “bad girl” charges of Sister Agnes were up to their usual funny business and the other girls were laughing at their dirty jokes about this boy or that boy and how big was his cock.Sister Agnes was not at all amused by such foolishness and she promised the both of them to give them a dishing of the strap after evening chapel that would teach them a lesson in humility and how to take it without making noise because the other girls needed their sleep to face the morning’s.